Just a few ramblings from a confused guy. Cop. Husband. Father. Student. Role playing gamer, on intermittent weeks. Avid reader. Internet addict. Small "l" libertarian. Too many others to mention. The views and opinions expressed herein are my own, and do not reflect those of any official agency or government or species. Names have been changed to protect the guilty; God protects the innocent as a matter of course.

“May have been the losing side. Still not convinced it was the wrong one.”

"This report is maybe 12-years-old. Parliament buried it, and it stayed buried till River dug it up. This is what they feared she knew. And they were right to fear because there's a whole universe of folk who are gonna know it, too. They're gonna see it. Somebody has to speak for these people. You all got on this boat for different reasons, but you all come to the same place. So now I'm asking more of you than I have before. Maybe all. Sure as I know anything I know this, they will try again. Maybe on another world, maybe on this very ground swept clean. A year from now, 10, they'll swing back to the belief that they can make people . . . better. And I do not hold to that. So no more running. I aim to misbehave." ~ Captain Malcom Reynolds

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Curiousity

As mentioned, today was a long day. Not just hour wise, but in terms of constant reshuffling of priorities, rushing to "critical" incidents that actually weren't, dealing with phone calls and emails and other "I need this now" and the like. Fortunately, I survived it all and made it home to a loving family who made me feel peaceful again.

Somehow in the middle of this, a thought came to mind - with the current situation in the world and out nation.

I wonder if this is the same way that the Roman Legions felt during the time of bread and circuses... the samurai during the Meiji "restoration"... or certain Native tribes when their supposed leaders bartered lands and rights away.

To be there, knowing that the world and rules you had lived by were being swept away, and unable to do much more than watch and hope to tread water through it all. To be faced daily with more and more changes, and wondering when the storm would end.